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asthehawkflies) wrote2012-11-17 12:11 am
asthehawkflies) wrote2012-11-17 12:11 am
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[#003] {Violence for fun and profit} Action/Video
[It's a routine they indulge in whenever they're in the same place for more than a couple of days. This seems like a good enough time to pick it back up, test each other a little, and they claim one of the rooms in the Battle Dome, equipping it with mats and padded walls because while the simulation won't allow them to get really hurt by weapons, Clint isn't sure that it can make getting slammed to the ground any less painful.]
Ready, Tasha?
[He's grinning, as much a mask to hide his intentions as her blank expression. They take up position on the mats opposite each other, and there's no bowing, no politeness, just stillness.
He strikes first, a punch that she blocks, returns with a blow of her own, and then they're fighting in earnest. It's vicious, both of them making use of every move at their disposal, a brutal mix of martial arts and outright brawling, dirty tricks and all.
A throw sends Clint sprawling, hitting the bench where they'd left their stuff, and his journal falls open, starting to record the rest of the fight. To anyone not familiar with them, it does look like they're genuinely trying to kill each other. Neither of them really believe in pulling their punches and they're eerily silent while they fight, neither of them making any noise besides grunts of exertion.
They seemed evenly matched for the most part, Clint's size and strength well matched by Natasha's speed and agility and the training she'd undertaken since childhood. Eventually though, one of them comes out on top, and it's Clint who ends up floored and winded, laid out on his back, Natasha above him, pinning him down and her elbow pressed against his throat.
He groans softly, and then smiles.]
I yield.
[OOC: Responses will be answered by Clint, or Natasha, or more likely, both.]
Ready, Tasha?
[He's grinning, as much a mask to hide his intentions as her blank expression. They take up position on the mats opposite each other, and there's no bowing, no politeness, just stillness.
He strikes first, a punch that she blocks, returns with a blow of her own, and then they're fighting in earnest. It's vicious, both of them making use of every move at their disposal, a brutal mix of martial arts and outright brawling, dirty tricks and all.
A throw sends Clint sprawling, hitting the bench where they'd left their stuff, and his journal falls open, starting to record the rest of the fight. To anyone not familiar with them, it does look like they're genuinely trying to kill each other. Neither of them really believe in pulling their punches and they're eerily silent while they fight, neither of them making any noise besides grunts of exertion.
They seemed evenly matched for the most part, Clint's size and strength well matched by Natasha's speed and agility and the training she'd undertaken since childhood. Eventually though, one of them comes out on top, and it's Clint who ends up floored and winded, laid out on his back, Natasha above him, pinning him down and her elbow pressed against his throat.
He groans softly, and then smiles.]
I yield.
[OOC: Responses will be answered by Clint, or Natasha, or more likely, both.]
Re: [Video]
[She's not really self-conscious over the fact that they were watched, takes it in stride, because this really was just a simple sparring session. it was far from their fanciest or even their most vicious. Although at least they hadn't dissolved the match into a childish brawl, which had happened on several occasions in their past. Then she might have been a little embarrassed.]
We hadn't really intended it to be witnessed. Not on purpose. It wasn't till we were finished and started hearing from people that we even realized what had happened. I think we'll be more careful in the future.
[Video]
[She keeps smiling, her features never really wavering or shifting]
It's always interesting to see how others practice martial arts. I've spent centuries mastering my own styles, but I don't often stop to observe others.
[Video]
[It wasn't the worst he'd been thrown into. They'd had real fights on occasion, and when that followed them into the sparring sessions it was better if no-one was around to see.]
It's kind of a mash up of all the dirty tricks that we've learnt over the years. Can't even say it's one particular style over another.
Re: [Video]
Yes, we've partially created our own style over the years. It helps that a lot of it we've trained off each other.
[Video]
[Her tone is more thoughtful than anything, stroking her chin with a delicate forefinger like it's a difficult math problem.]
You two work together then? As...spies yes?
[Video]
[They go for brutal efficiency more than appearance, and neither of them has ever been afraid of playing dirty.]
Yeah, we work together.
Re: [Video]
[Like Stark. And Banner.]
That's mostly because we work so well together. That and we don't have that same tolerance with other partners. I suppose we're a little particular.
[Video]
[She laughs a little, a musical jingle to it]
I can definitely understand that. I'm quite picky about that fighting partners. It takes a special sort of person to even keep up with me, let alone read me well enough to make a good team.
[Video]
[Plus, he wouldn't look half as good in a cocktail dress as Natasha.]
And without that, more likely to hurt each other than the enemy sometimes.